Dila's chest heaved, guilt coiling tightly around her heart.

"No… Professor!" she cried, voice breaking as she closed her eyes, tears brimming. Her fists clenched at her sides, trembling as though the very weight of responsibility was pressing down on her chest. She screamed into the quiet midday forest, the sound echoing faintly among the trees.

For a moment, Professor Galahad's eyes widened, startled by the raw emotion. But then, he let out a soft, pained smile, leaning slightly against the tree behind him. "No… it's okay, High Princess," he said, his voice gentle despite the ragged edge. "It's not your fault."

Dila's fingers twitched. With a deep inhale, she raised her right palm, and the air around her began to shimmer with faint white-blue light. A soft hum of magic rippled outward, and gradually, the glow solidified into the familiar shape of her magical staff. It materialized fully, humming with pure, resonant energy.

She gripped it firmly, her knuckles whitening, and lifted it in a determined arc. "We're not waiting for hours… or a day," she said, her voice steadier now, laced with determination. "Help will come… because we'll make it happen ourselves."

Professor Galahad coughed, his chest rising and falling unevenly. His eyes, though tired, shone with wonder. "Is that… your true magical power? Your sister said… your power has returned, so it's true then."

Dila's eyes narrowed. She tapped the staff lightly on the ground, the glow pulsing with each strike. "Less talking… conserve your strength, Professor," she said sharply, though her voice carried a spark of hope.

The earth trembled beneath them. "Earthrea!" she commanded, and the soil itself seemed to obey. Rocks, dirt, and tufts of grass surged upward, coalescing into the shape of a towering golem. Its movements were deliberate, strong, and steady, the ground groaning as it rose from the forest floor.

Professor Galahad leaned back slightly, eyes widening in awe. "What… what is that?" he murmured, his voice trembling.

Dila's lips pressed into a thin line, her face darkening with focus. "It's my support skill… but… it's my summoned," she said, voice low yet filled with an unshakable confidence. The golem's presence radiated a quiet power, an unspoken promise that they were no longer alone.

The midday sun caught on her silver-white hair, glinting with the same glow as her staff. Dust swirled around her and the golem, the forest holding its breath, waiting for the next move. And in that moment, Dila felt the burden in her chest ease slightly, not gone, but transformed into determination.

Her eyes met the professor's, and for the first time since the fall, a small, fierce smile curved her lips. "We can do this… together," she whispered, the power of her magic humming through her, steadying her trembling heart.

The golem's massive form shifted with surprising grace and use his right hand, its fingers digging deep into the dirt and grassy ground has scoop firmly. The sheer weight of its limbs pressed down, and for a moment, the professor found himself riding atop its grassy ground, the tree he had been leaning against scooped up with him, still pressing against his back. He winced slightly, the shaking ground impact jostling his body, but he couldn't help but marvel at the golem's immense strength. Even in pain, even with his legs still numb from the fall, admiration flickered in his eyes as he looked into the golem's glowing blue eyes.

The sheer presence of the summoned creature was awe-inspiring, the magical aura it radiated tangible even at this close distance. And Its left hand lowered deliberately, creating a stable platform, and in one fluid motion, Dila leapt onto it, her silver-white hair streaming behind her. Her body moved with precise control, the exhilaration of commanding her own summon making her chest pound with adrenaline.

On the golem's right hand, she thrust her staff outward. From its tip, a brilliant white-blue light flared, forming a shimmering Cascade Barrier around the professor. The barrier acted as a rail, a protective wall that prevented him from tipping off the golem's massive hand as it shift.

Nari's voice chimed in her mind, tinged with concern. "Master… if you put the barrier around your professor, you can't activate your passive Cascade Barrier."

Dila's lips pressed into a small smile, the rush of action outweighing worry. "Fine with me," she replied in her mind, determination lacing every word. The barrier pulsed with her magic, glowing softly yet resiliently, perfectly holding the professor in place.

Her heart thumped in her chest as she balanced atop of the hand living mountain of rock and soil, the midday sun casting long shadows over the forest floor. The wind whipped her hair, the scent of grass and earth filling her senses. For the first time since the chaotic ascent, a sense of control, of purpose, coursed through her veins. She wasn't just fighting fear anymore—she was protecting, guiding, commanding.

The professor, still leaning slightly against the tree embedded in the grassy ground that has scooped, allowed himself a small, strained smile. Even in pain, even with his exhausted magic, he trusted her. And in that trust, Dila felt a flicker of warmth, a bond forming stronger than ever amid the chaos and adrenaline of the moment.

Every heartbeat, every breath, every pulse of magic tied them together the golem, Dila, and her professor against the sky, against the uncertainty, and against the fear that had gripped them mere moments ago.

Dila's hands tightened around her staff as the golem's immense form shifted beneath her, each movement sending small tremors through the ground below. The towering creature's left hand, where she perched like a vigilant sentinel, flexed and readjusted its grip on the earth. She took a deep breath, feeling the pulse of raw magic running through the golem, vibrating beneath her palms, and whispered softly, "Let's move."

From the right hand, where the professor was carefully anchored by her shimmering Cascade Barrier, his voice was cautious, hoarse from exertion but laced with concern. "But… is it safe, Princess Dila?" His eyes, narrowed slightly in both pain and focus, followed by the golem's massive movements. The midday sun glinted off the cracks in his glasses, highlighting the strain etched into his features.

Dila's gaze swept across the glowing blue eyes of her golem, feeling its strength, its raw power, and the undeniable will she had instilled in it. A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips, bright yet shaky. "I… I don't know," she admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "This is… the first time I've ever ridden my golem."

Her heart pounded—not from fear, but from the thrill of uncertain control she had never felt before. The wind whipped her silver-white hair across her face, the midday light sparkling in her blue eyes as they reflected the golem's glow. Every muscle in her body was alert, every nerve on edge, yet there was a different spark of exhilaration she hadn't known she could feel.

The professor let out a soft grunt, a mix of relief and anxiety, his body swaying slightly as the golem shifted its weight. "Then i'll trust you… and your golem," he said, voice gentle yet tinged with caution.

Dila's lips curled into a small, determined smile as she adjusted her stance. "Thank you for letting me lead the way."

And in that moment, atop her towering magical creation, she felt the weight of responsibility and power, the thrill of the true first, and a quiet, unspoken bond with the professor who trusted her fully, even in the unknown. The forest below seemed smaller, the world wider.

Dila's gaze dropped toward the forest far below, the trees now tiny specks beneath her. A shiver ran through her knees, and she gripped her staff tighter as a nervous laugh escaped her lips. "W-we… are we so high." she whispered, her voice almost swallowed by the wind whipping past her silver-white hair. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing the vast space beneath her.

Nari's calm voice echoed in her mind, gentle but firm. Don't worry, master. Unlike the magical broom you rode earlier, which wasn't fully under your control, this golem belongs to you. Every movement, every step; it responds only to your will. You can guide it, trust it… trust yourself.

Dila's blue eyes glimmered as she looked down again, her fear slowly mingling with awe. The forest stretched endlessly below, a sea of green, yet her hands didn't tremble as much now. She inhaled deeply, the wind brushing her face, and nodded slightly, murmuring back in her mind, Right… I can do this. It's mine. I'm in control.

For the first time, a warmth spread through her chest—an unfamiliar confidence that steadied her shaking knees. The golem beneath her seemed to sense it too, its glowing blue eyes steady and unwavering, each subtle movement perfectly aligned with her thoughts. High above the world, Dila felt a strange blend of fear, thrill, and quiet pride—her first partial flight on a creation that was completely hers.

Her mind whispered a small promise: I won't fall. I can do this.

And for the first time, the height didn't feel quite so terrifying.

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